CLINT’S POVIt was the second time Keira had missed my sessions. She always came earlier than usual but I had not seen a sign of her. Not once, but twice. Something was up. I could feel it in my guts. Her file lay strewn across my desk as I picked it up, flipping through for her number. It was not out of pocket to check in on a client who had continually missed their sessions, I told myself. I would do the same if it was the same case with another client. I dialled her number and it rang as I waited for the line to get connected. It did not. To my utmost disappointment, Keira's phone went straight to her voicemail followed by a loud and annoying beep filling my ears that should have been her voice instead. Was she ignoring me? Our last session had gone amazing, even though in the end, she had acted out. But I thought she was making progress. But with this little act of display, I was starting to doubt myself and my abilities. Or was it because I sent her home? Had she felt embarra
KEIRA’S POV Clint and I agreed on a suitable time he would come to pick me up for our night out. He had texted he was close five minutes ago and I was expecting to hear a honk outside anytime soon. I was dressed in my usual outfit- skinny jeans and a pretty black blouse. Though it would have been fun to go all out with pretty dresses and more makeup, it was also relaxing to do something a little more down low. I had paired my outfit with stylish black, heeled boots. I heard the long-awaited car honk outside and snatched my purse, giving myself one last look in the mirror before stepping out. Clint leaned on his car with his arms crossed, his gaze so intensely focused on me, it made me blush. "You look amazing," he said as he assessed me. He was not doing anything- he had not even touched me and still, I felt like he touched me everywhere. And I wanted him to."I look amazing every other day," I countered with a smug smile. "I know. I just needed to remind you." Swallowing hea
KIERA’s POVI had been studying an academic book that afternoon when my phone vibrated. I usually kept my phone away whenever I had schoolwork to focus on. But today my focus became disoriented seeing Clint's name across my screen. He had just sent me a text. When I read what he sent, my mood went from good to bad in seconds. 'I am not sure I can be your therapist anymore.' It read. There was a sour taste in my mouth that was not there before and my head spun. He had to be kidding me. He had to be fucking kidding me. I shoved my laptop away and slipped on a jacket faster than lightning. What made him think he could text shit like that?I drove to Clint’s office with one goal in mind. It was not the best idea I had ever come up with, but it did not matter now. I needed to get to the end of this. It was four days early before our session but I sauntered into the building nonetheless. The receptionist at the front desk confusedly gave me a look, checking over the date on the calen
KEIRA’s POVI could only stand and stare as he tore out a form from the papers on his desk, hurriedly filling it up despite me being a wailing mess. I knew what the forms were for. To sign me up for another therapist different from him. He was going to make me someone else's problem. "You told me I was going to get better," I forced out and he looked up from the form he filled. "You promised to help me." "Promises are meant to be broken." Clint sounded like he had made up his mind and there was nothing I could do to change it. And then I had an idea. "Fuck it out of me instead," I sniffed, walking closer to him. "That is the best way to go instead of abandoning me. Fuck out of my sex addiction." His eyes snapped shut. "Keira..." "We just need to try it." I whimpered, desperation filling my voice. I could not lose Clint. When his eyes opened again, all trace of resistance was gone, replaced with lustful need. "You asked for it." He yanked me towards him, penetrated his hands th
KEIRA’s POVThere was nothing stopping me from going to Clint's apartment, yet I kept giving it a second thought which was so unlike me. I never gave anything a second thought. I simply acted. Most especially when it came to sex and finding pleasure. So as I stared at his home address for the umpteenth time that week, I thought to myself that maybe, just maybe Clint's therapy was working its magic on me. I was combating my urges and impulses as we discussed in a session and not bursting in through his door like a sex-starved maniac. If controlling how regularly I masturbated also counted as my urges, then I had been doing a really terrible job throughout the week. Sitting in my car's driver's seat, I checked the time on my phone and sighed. I was running late for school because of Natasha. This was what happened when one of us had a driver's licence and the other did not. I saw her dash out of the house and hurry into the passenger's seat, heavily breathing in and out. "I have jus
KEIRA’s POVFrat parties were always wild but I was not complaining. They were iconic, and probably the most stereotypical college party ever. Large barrels of alcohol were lined up on one part of the wall, and smoothies for students who could not handle alcohol were lined up on the other as music blasted through the speakers. And me? I was on my second glass of beer that evening. I was initially aiming for five but Brendon watched me like a hawk. He said something about not going past my limits. Like he knew what my limits were. Such a killjoy. His eyes stayed on me as he weaved his way through the crowd of drunk, horny students. "Did you drive here?" he yelled in my ears because of the loud music. "You can't drive home after drinking." "I am more responsible than you think, smarty pants.""I am more surprised you agreed to come."I frowned slightly as his words sank in. "You asked me to.""I know," Brendon said. "I just thought you had better stuff to do. You have been very bus
CLINT's POV. There were tons of things I knew Keira was capable of doing, but coming to my house drunk at one a.m in the morning never made the list. I was expecting her, yes. I knew she would come. I wanted her to come. She reeked of alcohol and I wanted to get drunk off her, tear off the flimsy dress to shreds. Keira's lips curved up in a seductive smile, still running her hands up and down my chest in a slow, murderous torture. "Let us not do anything rash while you are drunk," I suggested because if there was anything worse than having the hots for your client, it was taking advantage of a drunk lady. Besides, I did not want her influenced by alcohol when I was ready to fuck her brains out. She needed to feel every part of me and remember it. Keira giggled, too drunk to even notice how my eyes watched her like a predator. Under very different circumstances, I would rip off that hair tie, then I would gather her hair in my hands. I would be pulling on that later, I told mys
KEIRA's POVI woke up the next morning with a splitting headache and a wicked hangover. When I opened my eyes and looked around, I noticed I was not in my room, my surroundings looking very unfamiliar as my eyes assessed the place. The ringing of my phone beside me caused me to flinch, doing worse to my headache because of its loudness. Brendon's name was displayed on the caller id when I picked it up. "Where are you? I can't believe you just went missing during the party last night without telling me you were leaving," Brendon said all once immediately after I brought the phone to my ears. "Can you chill?" I rubbed my forehead with a sigh. "I could not find you, okay? So I left.""Natasha told me you are not home either.""Yeah, uhm..." I racked my head for something to say when Clint walked in holding a glass of water and aspirin. He mouthed me a 'good morning' as I just stared in return. "I am going to have to call you back."Brendon uttered a couple of words in protest but I h
KEIRAWhy was this happening? Why was she here?I looked at Martha with wide eyes, and a surge of fear and anxiety washed over me. I had been worried that she might try to crash our wedding, and now that fear seemed to be coming true. But then I turned to Clint, seeking reassurance and answers in his eyes.He shot me a confident smile and whispered, "Don't worry my love, I've got this under control." His words eased some of the tension in my chest, and I knew I could trust him to handle the situation.Without missing a beat, Clint pulled out his phone and made a call. My heart raced as I wondered what he was doing, but I knew he had a plan.Within minutes, the atmosphere seemed to shift. Police officers appeared, surrounding the area discreetly. My eyes widened in surprise, my eyes darting from one patrol car to the other.As Martha continued to stand there, looking stunned by the sudden turn of events, Clint stepped forward with a determined expression."Martha," he said firmly, "I k
KEIRA As I stood in the dressing room, gazing at my reflection in the mirror, I couldn't help but feel a surge of excitement and anticipation. Today was the day I had been waiting for, the day I would marry Keira and officially make her mine.I adjusted the lapels of my navy blue suit, feeling the smooth fabric against my fingertips. The tailored cut hugged my frame perfectly, giving me a sense of confidence and elegance. The crisp white shirt peeking out from under the suit jacket added a touch of classic charm.I ran a hand through my hair, making sure it was perfectly styled. I wanted to look my best for Keira, to show her just how much she meant to me.As I looked at myself in the mirror, my thoughts drifted to Keira. I pictured her in the stunning wedding gown she had chosen, looking radiant and breathtaking. The image of her smiling at me, her eyes filled with love and happiness, made my heart skip a beat.I took a deep breath, feeling a mix of nerves and excitement. As I sto
KEIRAMy eyes fluttered open as I felt a gentle touch on my shoulder. To my surprise, I found Clint standing there, his eyes filled with warmth and a wide smile gracing his lips. I couldn't help but mirror his smile, feeling a sense of comfort and joy at the sight of him."Good morning," he said softly, his voice carrying an air of excitement and anticipation. "Come with me, I have a surprise for you."Still half awake, I couldn't help but ask, "What's wrong? Why are you waking me up like this?" I mean, waking up to him was good, but I felt like I still needed some extra hours in bed.He shook his head, his smile never faltering. "Nothing's wrong, I promise. Just trust me and come with me."I cocked my eyebrow at him, curious, but skeptical about what was making him so giddy.Without warning, Clint took my hand in his and pulled me out of the bed."Hey, slow down," I giggled as he pulled me all the way out of the room.He led me down the stairs, and as soon as I stepped into the livi
CLINTI went owl-eyed as I stared at Martha, who gave me an unreadable look. As I looked at her, a mixture of anger and frustration surged within me. I couldn't believe she had followed me to the shop, invading the private and joyful moment I had been savouring.Or maybe I was starting to get used to this, Martha and showing up to ruin things as though she hadn't ruined enough things for me already. After ruining more than five years of my life, I was more than certain that she was sent straight from Hades to steal any chance of happiness that I could get. It's not like I was going to let her, though.I watched as her eyes trailed to the bag in my hand, and before I could react, she spoke with a bitter tone, "So, you came here to shop for a ring. I guess you're serious about getting married to that woman."I gritted my teeth to maintain my composure, but her words stung like a sharp knife. "Martha, this is none of your business," I said firmly, my voice laced with irritation. She di
CLINTI slowly reached out, holding the pregnancy test in my hands. The word "positive" was displayed clearly before my eyes, and I was struck with a mix of emotions that left me stunned. I blinked, trying to process the reality of what I was seeing. A surge of happiness bubbled up inside me, intertwined with a sense of uncertainty.My heart raced, and my mind raced even faster. The thought of Keira, the woman I loved, carrying our child was both thrilling and overwhelming. We had talked about a future together, but this was a new level of commitment and responsibility, and it left me feeling a bit unsteady.As I stood in the bathroom, I realised that the entire trajectory of our lives had shifted in an instant. Parenthood was a journey I hadn't been prepared for, but seeing the positive result brought an unexpected joy that I couldn't ignore.There was a certain glow of happiness that spread through me. Yet, at the same time, a question echoed in my mind – were we truly ready for thi
KEIRA As I slowly opened my eyes, a wave of pain washed over me, centred in my head. My vision was hazy, but as it cleared, I realised I was back in the beach house, lying in a bed. Memories of last night began to flood back, and I winced as I recalled the intensity of the dancing and laughter, followed by my sudden sickness.My head throbbed relentlessly, and I tried to sit up, only to be met with a rush of dizziness. My body felt weak and unsteady like it had never before. Nausea twisted in the pit of my stomach, threatening to overwhelm me.For a moment, I lay still, taking deep breaths, trying to steady myself. The events of last night seemed like a whirlwind, and I couldn't quite grasp what had caused me to feel this way. My hand instinctively reached for my forehead, feeling the clamminess of my skin.I closed my eyes, trying to regain my composure. "What is happening to me?" I murmured to myself, my voice weak.My head still ached as I grabbed my phone, deciding to look up m
CLINTEven though I had been able to give Keira three orgasms from when we left the restaurant, I knew that we still had to talk, and the look on my little girl's face was the only confirmation that I needed. Damn Martha. The dimly lit bar provided a somber backdrop to the tension that hung between us. As we sipped our wine in silence, the weight of unspoken words weighed heavily on my heart. It was Keira who broke the stillness, her voice soft and hesitant."What's going on, Clint?" she asked, her eyes searching mine for answers.I took a deep breath, knowing I couldn't keep the truth from her any longer. "Martha has been sending me texts," I admitted, my voice tinged with discomfort. "She said she missed me and wanted to talk."If I had my way, I would keep it from Keira so that she would not have to worry about something as trivial as Martha's annoying feelings. But since it had come to this, there was no hiding anything again. Without a word, I pulled out my phone and showed he
KEIRA"I should not be doing this," I mumbled to myself as I got out of the cab and then covered the remaining distance by foot. My heart pounded in my chest as I stood outside, pacing anxiously around Clint's car. His abrupt departure from the house had taken me by surprise, and something inside me urged me to follow him. I was tired of him hiding things from me, tired of feeling left in the dark. Especially when it felt like something that would affect both of us. Instinct took over, and without a second thought, I walked towards the restaurant he had driven to. Through the glass window, I saw him seated with a woman, her face all too familiar – his ex-wife, Martha, nothing prepared me for this and the sight hit me like a dagger to the heart. My heart clenched tightly and I took a deep breath to relieve the pain that was slamming at me from every part of my body. Was Martha the reason why he had been acting all weird? What was going on between them? I watched as they converse
CLINTI stood in the dimly lit room, my phone held tightly in my hands, my gaze fixed on the screen for what seemed like an eternity. Keira's voice interrupted my trance, pulling me back to the present."Clint, what's the problem? You've been staring at your phone for a while now."I blinked, trying to compose myself, but my mind was already racing. "I... I'll be back," I replied, my voice hurried and distracted. Without giving her a chance to respond, I abruptly left the room, a sense of urgency propelling me forward.Frantically, I grabbed my coat from the hanger and fumbled for my car keys. I needed to move, to do something, anything, to find the answers that eluded me. The weight of the unknown burdened my thoughts, and I couldn't ignore the gnawing feeling that something was going to go wrong.As I rushed to my car, my heart pounded in my chest, matching the rhythm of my hurried footsteps."Clint!" I heard Keira call out my name. The worry and panic in her voice were impossible t